The chamber felt quieter after the storm of emotions that had just passed. Mo Yuxin's sobs had lessened, though the redness in her eyes betrayed how much she had cried. Shen Mingyue's gaze lingered on her daughter, that gaze carrying both infinite pride and infinite tenderness. It was as if years of suppressed affection had finally found release, softening her entire being.
Mo Yuxin shifted slightly in her seat, still leaning against Su Yubing, while Shen Mingyue adjusted her posture, sitting gracefully back into her place. The tension that had weighed down the air only moments ago had been replaced with something lighter, something warmer.
